She gave me a look that said I can’t even with you. “Really? My pants? You don’t want to fuck me, but I have to take off my pants?”
“I never said I didn’t want to fuck you.”
She pretended to think, tapping her lips. “Hmmm. I guess it was implied when you walked out of my apartment without even kissing me.”
“If you win the game, you can name your prize.”
“Ha!” She threw her head back and laughed. Her throat was pale and slender and made me think of more bad things I could do to her. “You think I’ll want to have sex with you as a prize? I’ll play your little game, Quinn Ryder. I’m no chicken. But the size of your ego is staggering.”
“That’s not the only thing.”
Another dirty look.
While she tugged off her pants, I took the opportunity to adjust myself, but the harder I got, the more difficult it was to conceal my dick with my hands.
“There.” She straightened up and threw her pants aside.
My breath caught. She wore tight little shorts that sat low on her voluptuous hips, leopard print edged in black lace.
In my head, a lion roared.
“So,” she said, her eyes full of mischief. “Now what?”
Eight
JAIME
He looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart. But he spoke calmly.
“Come closer.”
I hesitated, then sauntered toward him. I had no idea what we were doing—he was so fucking unpredictable, it drove me nuts—but I was game for where this seemed to be heading.
He didn’t need to know that, though.
I wanted him to suffer a little for the way he’d teased me. If he wanted me the way it appeared he did, why the hell hadn’t he acted like it before?
Men. So annoying.
Was it any wonder I didn’t want to deal with one on a daily basis?
“Here I am.” We faced each other—a standoff. In my bare feet, my head was level with his chest. He had pert nipples the color of wine. My favorite color. “Shall we see who draws first?”
“Pretty sure I have the only weapon in this contest.”
“So let’s see it, big talker.” I cocked my head. “Or are you chicken?”
He smiled—and dropped his hands.
I looked down—and gasped.
I couldn’t help it. There it was, right in front of me, the Dick that Got Away. And it was big and hard and thick. It was one of those pretty ones, too, know what I mean? One of those tall, symmetrical ones planted in a manscaped yard? Figured that Quinn would have a perfect dick. It was probably magical too.
I was dying to play with it.
Lick it like a Popsicle. Suck it like a peppermint. Ride it like a pony.
But I wouldn’t let on.